fell asleep during watched the French Presidential debate; it is the only one between the two final candidates before election day next Sunday. Hey, I'm entitled. I'm coming down with a cold, it's raining and chilly, and, besides, trying to understand all that political rhetoric in French is épuisant (exhausting).
So, to wake me up, I just had to look at these beautiful creatures I photographed the other (sunny) day at Pain de Sucre.
I was in such a rush as I walked by, I only had time to take the pictures. What an odd priority, I know. And, then again, I have to admit, I hadn't yet been tempted to try a Parisian guimauve (marshmallow) until I saw those.
There's no debate that I have to go back and try them. At least I don't have to choose between them (or, in fact, between the Presidential candidates here).